May 13th – 14th, The Flight
Club World on British Airways – – a must when crossing the pond.
I must say, being able to fully recline and sleep for hours makes all the difference when it comes to arriving relaxed and refreshed. And little did I know it would only last as long as the walk to “Oh my god – – Heathrow’s security” and I’ll leave it at that.
After barely making the connection at Heathrow for Nice, we arrived in tact but, our luggage wasn’t so fortunate as it remained in London for several more hours. But all was not lost, our driver was a wealth of knowledge when it came to exploring the Côte d’Azur. During the drive to Beaulieu-sur-Mer, one particular recommendation for dining and sightseeing would prove to be something orchestrated by forces beyond the verbal and anything all the planning in the world could produce. It would be in Saint-Paul-de-Vence, a little village slightly Northwest of Nice where the artistic community thrives and to my surprise wonderful cuisine abound, where this orchestration would unfold. More on Saint-Paul-de-Vence later but, I needed to mention the impending encounter because it ties back to a Lake Garda experience that changed my love and respect for food. You’ll have to wait for the Saint-Paul-de-Veance posting to find out what happened.
On to La Réserve de Beaulieu